The Sweetest of Fruit

Any Fruit worth pickingAny that draws the eye and the handTo pluck from its branchThe beautiful FruitIdeal and perfect for the hungerThe need of the momentAnd the urge to savorThis sweet Produce

If you look down to see the trunkAnd the ground into which its roots sinkYou will always find unfavorable dirtThis Fruit that you seekLuscious on the branchIs always grown in bad soil

The Fruit of PeaceIs not nurtured on peaceful groundThe roots of Kindness defy theSurrounding earth of unkindnessAnd its grapes are among the Sweetest in the gardenBury a sapling of PatienceIn a compost of hurry, rush and anxietyAnd youAlong with others close to youWill Rest in its shadeAnd feast from its branch.

Bloom where you are plantedAnd bear this Fruit in seasonThe more rocky the soilThe more bountiful the harvest.